The evenings were becoming lighter. The sun was done with its glorious show-off and had left the scene, although light still remained after its departure. Annoying bugs with wings bumped into his face. There were mosquito swarms dancing above the surface of the lake, although in return there was the occasional splash of fish. It was not often he tasted water game, but the Lilium was far from a magnificent fisher. He did not know how to catch fish in a lake without any tool, although he did know a technique that worked alright in rivers. As the wolf quickly extinguished his thirst while trying to ignore the annoying packs of flying insects, he pondered if he would be so bold to try to set a net somewhere longer north west in Oberon’s spring. It was manageable, the question was if the chocolate and cream man could be bothered with it as long as the land game showed no sign to gain brains.
The secui shook his head violently when he was done drinking, causing a sky of bugs to take off. Fuck, fuck, fucking insects. It always amazed him how short temper he had when it came to those little brainless things with wings. He was tempted to go into a small craze and snap wildly after the thick, moving clouds, but he did not really want them inside his mouth either. His skin itched, paranoid just like his mind. Haku turned and left the lake behind, wandering into the thick forest, and headed south to find the borders. He spent more time than necessary to patrol the borders. If it was just a way to occupy himself, he was not sure. It could be enjoyable, and the male had no particular hobbies he could freely perform without taking a life or two. He silently wondered where Lillith were, what she was doing. He was sure that she would have managed to come up with some fun.